I watch him sleep. My koibito slumbers during the day,
as I try to find a way to bring his mortality back.

He was the last thing I saw when I died, and the first when I was reborn. He
cared for me as I regained my strength, and held me as my life fled from my sun
slaughtered body.

Now I struggle for a way to bring him back. So far, all I can find is through
induction into the dragon clan, and then the ceremony would need to be done my
either myself or Klork. If I were to do it, I believe I'd be turned Kindred
again, and my only way out of that is True Death. I would, after all, only be
reborn again.

That would mean I am more or less immortal, wouldn't it? Something within tells
me that was supposed to be a blessing. How can immortality be a blessing?
Especially to one born amongst and living amongst mortals?

I find it ironic...all those years of moving between worlds...forging bonds only
to shatter them when I left. Now, I will be the one to stay. I will be the one
left. I will live until living becomes existence, and existence becomes
unbearable. I won't even have death as an escape. I do not ecven wish to think
about that.

So I won't. Not yet.

I will instead linger upon the sweetness of the present.
The love between Mitch and I, the family I have at the Asylum, the rush of my
work, the seldom seen otherworldly beauty of Underhill...

Our problems I will help to solve, the pain sooth and the hate fend off. I live
now. I love now. All I have now is all I have. That I will treasure and take
solace from.